The End is Nigh
29/5/07 10:06I just heard from my agent in place in Massachusetts. Except for one large metal flat file, the Barn is empty. Savor that for a moment, will you? 90-odd years of my father's papers; antiques; beds; artwork by my father, my brother, even my awful self; cobwebs; mouse corpses; dust; bits of stray iron; household chemicals. All gone. Either given away, in the hands of auctioneers, in the dumpsters or (in the case of the dead TVs and dead computer and the household chemical stuff which cannot be routinely dumped at the dump) taken away for disposal elsewhere. The agent for the buyer professes himself to be pleased (of course, he'd seen the place before-hand, and my well have doubted that we could ever get everything out) and the lawn has been mowed. And my father, bless him, seems to have moved on without much trouble (I was afraid that when the Barn went, so would he; when I last saw him he told me he has enough money to last until he's 100, but after that he's my problem. I said: bring it on).
Closing is June 7th, God willing and the dam don't break. Cross fingers...
Closing is June 7th, God willing and the dam don't break. Cross fingers...